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Soft golden light of the dawning, proceeding the fast moving sun, Sweeping the darkness before it makes room for the day that’s begun. Bright golden days of the springtime, to few ‘neath the warmth of the sun, Burst forth in great exaltation, proclaiming that winter is done. Hold fast to each precious dawning and fill every moment you can, The fast moving sun in its courses is sure to bring winter again.
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